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by Christopher Shin

I run like a thousand
souls flying towards
the burning stars.

When redemption seems
only a fading dream.
So I grab the shards
and collect the burning
light.

I scream like a million
mocking birds that mocks
the world all around.

The raven calls,
and I am forever drifting
like a cigarette smoke
in a lazy haze.

I count the burning
moments of light.
I remember the
smell of each world
that I adventure to.

The memories taste like
butterscotch in my
slumping mind.

And I miss the
flavor as I lick
my dry parched lips.

01/31/2010

Posted on 01/31/2010
Copyright © 2024 Christopher Shin

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/31/10 at 12:43 PM

"...like butterscotch in my slumping mind" I don't think I've EVER read anything quite as brilliant.

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